THIRTY-ONE
“CAN WE STOP FOR COFFEE?” Tess asked, pushing a tape into the stereo.
Their fifth day on the road should be their last. Miami was less than five hundred miles away.
“You just had coffee,” Daire said from the driving seat. “We’ve only been on the road for an hour.”
“I know,” she said, extending her arms and legs in a stretch. “But I want to be ready for tonight.”
Daire’s brief laugh warmed her. “s*x is voluntary, babe. We won’t put platonic on pause tonight and I’ll let you sleep right through. Promise.” Catching a glimpse his way, she caught him doing the same and noted the sly half-smile on his lips. “Can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I can help myself just fine,” she said, pulling out the chest strap of her seatbelt so she could twist over the center console, stretching he
